Searching for Fisherman

Lanzarote, November 2023

This journey has been a real hight light in many ways.

To start with, Stefano and I made the experience of traveling in a caravan for the first time ever. On top, we managed extremely well the couple life, being nonstop together for 24 hours during 5 days. Which is quite a challenge for two independent people like us, who need alot of air and space.

On the other hand, we had lots of fun looking for a fisherman to take us out on excursion into the Atlantic Ocean. Because the fishing trip booked in advanced, had been cancelled due to major mechanical problems on the boat. And the spare part of replacement would not arrive, day after day. This is what it‘s like, to live on an island. Yes, we know…

We crossed whole Lanzarote, driving from port to port in search for our man, by observing the scenery and talking to locals. Especially the small locations - with layed back rythmn of life, empty roads, old fishing buildings, boats in a parking lot in front of a volcano, or parked right in front of the houses, as if they were cars - were our points of interest.

The marine harbours were filled with a huge variety of sailing boats, as the Canary Islands are the number one stopover, when ocean crossing from Europe to the Americas and back.

Of course, we did visit the national park of volcanos and were absolutely gobsmacked by this disturbingly beautiful landscape of stone desert. And I do remember it from my last visit in 2017, during a two-week surftrip on my own, when going through a difficult period of post-diagnosis. I was struggling with myself, having some down moments. And it did not help at all - when hiking up and down the volcanos by sunset as much as I could - to listen to some real weird experimental jazz/fusion music. Will never forget that state I was in, back then. But fit as a fiddle! Strange days.

This time, it was all about sight seeing, fishing, sleeping by the ocean in the caravan, eating loads of good food and drinking far too much wine with Stefano‘s friends Kiki and Serena. They had recently moved from Formentera to Lanzarote and just finished renovating their house in the old town of Teguise. We spent every evening with them and another couple of italians on a visit. All Stefano‘s old friends from Genova.

At the end, we arrived tired and wrecked, with a cold and sore throat back to Formentera, not used to having dinner parties five days in a row. But happy as hell of having done some live fishing in depth. And I caught my first big fish - a palamita! Great challenge.